Chapter 37: Stripping my soul and gambling my life, is Heaven qualified to judge me?
She was just about to stand up when she heard the disciple's announcement.
A figure was already standing at the door of the secret room.
It’s Baili Fusu.
The gentle edge of the Sword Peak Prodigy disappeared from him, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity that made him look a little gloomy.
He held an ancient black jade slip in his hand, and the breath of time lingering on it was almost turning into substance.
No small talk.
Baili Fusu looked past her, glanced at the burning fire on the cold jade bed, then looked straight at her and got straight to the point.
"I found the clue to suppress the curse on him."
These words pierced the silence of the secret room.
Zheng Qiuyu's breathing stopped for a moment.
Certain emotions that she had forced to bury were ignited in the deepest part of her heart. The spark was weak, but it burned her soul.
hope.
She raised her eyes and met Baili Fusu's gaze.
Baili Fusu walked forward and handed over the cold black jade slip.
"The only copy from the Sword Peak Forbidden Land, the 'Record of Ten Thousand Curses'."
His voice was low and his words were difficult to understand.
"The 'Bloodline Symbiosis Curse' recorded therein is 90% consistent with his situation."
Zheng Qiuyu took the jade slip.
The moment my fingertips touched, a chill went straight to my bones.
Her breath almost stopped.
"What's the solution?"
Upon hearing these two words, Baili Fusu's face darkened to the point where water could be squeezed out of it.
He looked at Zheng Qiuyu silently, his eyes seemed to be weighing whether she could bear the next answer.
Finally, he uttered three words, one by one.
"Silent Soul Abyss."
These three words carry no warmth.
But it instantly drained all the heat that had just been ignited in Zheng Qiuyu's limbs and bones.
That faint spark of hope was doused by the eternal black ice brought by these three words.
Not even a wisp of smoke rose.
The Qingyuan Realm is known to everyone, including women and children.
The Abyss of Silent Soul.
A place where there is death but no life.
Baili Fusu seemed to want to explain more. He wanted to get closer and point out to her the obscure key spell on the jade slip.
He took a step forward.
The distance between the two was shortened to less than three feet.
It's this moment.
An invisible, cold, yet extremely domineering chaotic force suddenly condensed into a barrier in front of him.
The barrier was silent yet indestructible, firmly blocking him three feet away.
Baili Fusu is a genius of Jianfeng, and his mind is so sharp!
He instantly sensed the pure will of destruction contained within that barrier! If he dared to move even a little closer, he would be crushed to dust by this force!
His whole body froze, his feet nailed to the spot.
Baili Fusu turned his head suddenly, his eyes fixed on the man who was still sleeping on the cold jade bed, with waves of fear surging in his eyes.
Zheng Qiuyu also felt it.
The protective power was fleeting, without any earth-shattering power, but it was like a hand that plucked her heartstrings hard.
It's burning fire.
This stubborn protection even in sleep made her tense heart feel a strange bitterness that she herself was unwilling to admit.
She took the opportunity to take a half step back and quietly distanced herself from Baili Fusu.
This action not only complied with the "territory" silently declared by Shaohuo, but also allowed her to regain control of the moment.
"Thank you, Senior Brother."
Her voice was very faint, and no emotion could be heard.
"I can do my own research."
Baili Fusu gave her a complicated look, which finally turned into a low sigh.
"The resentful energy of the Silent Soul Abyss is so strong that it attacks the soul. Even I dare not go deep into it."
He issued a solemn warning.
"If you really want to go, be very careful."
Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared into the night.
The secret room returned to silence.
Zheng Qiuyu lowered his eyes and looked at the cold black jade slip in his hand.
The chilling cold seemed to be penetrating into her bones inch by inch along her fingertips.
This is not hope at all.
What Baili Fusu handed her was clearly a ticket to another hell.
But do I have a choice?
She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, all her fragility and hesitation were gone.
His spiritual consciousness sank into the "Record of Ten Thousand Curses".
A flood of ancient and strange information instantly flooded into my mind.
The first line of the opening is a few large characters written in blood that has long dried up, carrying with it a sense of bloodiness and ominousness.
That line of words suddenly swallowed Zheng Qiuyu's vision into darkness.
"Those who enter the abyss must hold the blood of their loved ones as a guide, otherwise, their souls will be scattered."
This line of bloody words burned repeatedly in her mind.
The blood of a loved one.
She is alone in this world.
How could a lonely soul from another world have any relatives?
What Baili Fusu gave was not hope, but a verdict.
It sentenced Zhuo Huo to death and also sentenced her struggle to an end.
Zheng Qiuyu didn't move, just stood there quietly, and time seemed to have stopped for her.
She can't give up.
This idea is not something that can be thought out, but an instinct that comes from the bones and the depths of the soul.
To give up the burning fire is to give up yourself.
She once again submerged her consciousness into the dark ocean called "Record of Ten Thousand Curses".
This time, she wasn't looking for hope.
She was grabbing at a life-saving straw, even if that straw was filled with poison.
Ancient, strange spells filled with malice.
Every character came to life and transformed into twisted insects, frantically drilling into her soul, trying to pollute and devour her consciousness.
A sharp pain came over me, and my soul felt as if it was pierced by countless invisible needles at the same time.
She suppressed the chaotic feeling that was driving her crazy, and her consciousness transformed into billions of tentacles, sweeping through every corner and every overlooked gap of the jade slip at all costs.
Time passes.
Just when her soul was about to be completely assimilated by those strange spells and become a part of them.
She found it.
In a nearly overlooked corner, a detailed description of the method for suppressing the "Bloodline Symbiosis Curse" entered her consciousness. The method truly existed.
As long as one can enter the deepest part of the Silent Soul Abyss and find the curse heart wrapped in endless resentment, they can temporarily seal it using specific methods.
After the seal, the outbreak of the love poison will be suppressed, and Zhuo Huo will no longer be in danger of his life.
A wave of ecstasy rushed to his brain, and Zheng Qiuyu almost suffocated.
Her consciousness trembled as she looked down greedily.
Then, her heart froze again.
The prerequisite for that description is still those bloody words.
"It requires the blood of a close relative..."
The annotation in the jade slip coldly explained the reason.
The resentment of the Silent Soul Abyss will instinctively devour all foreign souls.
Only pure souls connected by blood will be regarded as "kindred spirits" by those chaotic resentments, and thus be qualified to enter the abyss.
Zheng Qiuyu's consciousness retreated from the jade slip in embarrassment.
She swayed and held onto the stone wall beside her.
The air in the secret room was freezing cold.
She is a book traveler.
He is the most complete "outsider" in this world.
No.
She doesn't believe it.
She once again probed her spiritual consciousness into the jade slip. This time, she did not look at the main incantations, but only looked for those detailed annotations left by the predecessors that might contain a glimmer of hope.
She was like a madman, gnawing on the information worn away by time word by word.
finally.
In an almost indelible blood-red annotation, she found the only alternative.
Peel off a strand of your own "original soul".
With the purest power of his own soul, he forged the aura of blood connection and deceived the resentment of the Silent Soul Abyss.
Zheng Qiuyu looked at the annotation. Every word was like a rusty, blunt knife, repeatedly cutting her soul.
At the end of the annotation, the consequences of doing so were described in shocking blood words.
Once the original soul is separated, it can never be restored.
At the very least, the mind and soul will be weakened, and there will be no further progress in cultivation in this life.
In serious cases, the foundation of one's Taoism will collapse and one will become a disabled person.
It is even possible that one will lose one's soul at the moment of peeling.
Zheng Qiuyu's gaze slowly shifted towards the sleeping man on the cold jade bed.
His breathing was steady, and the crack on the love chain between his eyebrows looked particularly hideous in the dim light.
Save him.
It’s still self-protection.
For the first time, this problem was placed before her so realistically and cruelly.
She gambled her entire future, even her life, for a "tool" male protagonist whom she had been using.
Is it worth it.
Just when she was torn between conscience and desire, and her heart was torn and bleeding.
A cold, emotionless voice sounded in her head.
[Warning: If the host forcibly strips away the original soul, the success rate will be less than 10%.]
The system's voice paused and pronounced the second death sentence.
[Furthermore, once the essence of the soul is leaked, it is very easy for the laws of heaven to detect the "oddity" identity, and then, heavenly punishment will come.]
Less than 10%.
You also have to face the pursuit of heaven.
This is not a choice.
This is a dead end.
Zheng Qiuyu suddenly smiled.
She walked to a basin of clear water in the secret room and looked at the face reflected in the water.
There was fatigue and despair on that face, but more of it was a kind of madness that burned everything after being forced into a desperate situation.
Her shoulders were shaking with laughter, her voice was desolate, yet filled with a fierceness that could pierce the sky.
"One percent?"
"It's better than nothing."
She raised her head, as if confronting some unknown being watching her from the shadows.
"Is God punishing me?"
"That depends on whether it has the ability to catch me!"
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